LANGUAGE

I like to ramble.

Sometimes I repeat myself.

Sometimes I jumble up words.

An embarrassing mistake was mixing up “ethical” with “ethnic”.

And occasionally I make words up, beautiful becomes blootiful.

Altogether I sound like an intellectual reading alphabet spaghetti.

On a merry-go-round.

I just don’t get to the point quick enough.

And I find that frustrating sometimes.

Especially when I’m trying to explain an idea.

Communication has never been my strength.

But it makes perfect sense.

Many of the symptoms of Asperger’s syndrome are around social interaction.

It’s just part of me.

Funny? I’m in the communications industry.

How did I succeed in getting into this line of work?

Coming up with ideas to communicate to thousands, if not millions of people.

Well that really isn’t a surprise.

What I lack in talking, I make up for in words and pictures.

Throughout my life I’ve always expressed myself through art.

Whether that be drawing, painting or photoshop.

It has become my language.

What I couldn’t communicate, I would show.

Using body paint to express different emotions.

Celebrating dyslexia through an open misspelt letter.

Or just making Christmas funny with sprouts for eyes.

It has all led up to my job.

So you could argue that creative advertising is my language.

Autism has a wide spectrum of languages, all unique.

Great example is WOODISM.

Woody supplies unique phrases, his dad creates blootiful linocuts.

This team has caught the attention of the national press.

It’s been featured in the BBC, V&A, The Independent, and even the Olympics.

That shows you the power of autistic language.

So before you dismiss what someone with autism is trying to say.

Let them show you in their language.

You might soon be speaking in autistic lingo.

Ramble over.